Well, not MY bathroom, but Mom's bathroom in at the gallery. I'm up visiting Lancaster for a wedding and spending the day in town with mom before the event tonight. Close to lunchtime a twenty-something girl walked in and asked Mom if she could use the gallery's bathroom. She explained that she was from out-of-town and auditioning for some role at the Fulton, and that it was just an absolute madhouse over at the theatre. (aside: I completely believe her, parking in town today is a nightmare).
Mom says "of course", I keep working on my laptop, a minute goes by ... and then a very deep and soulful "weeeeee-ahhhh-OO-UH-OO-UH-OOO" from the bathroom breaks the silence. That was it. No other sounds. Just a single lovely wail that would probably attract herds of fertile manatees if we let them in the gallery. Mom and I just looked at each other, shrugged, and then 5 minutes later the girl walks back out the door wearing a completely different outfit.
UPDATE: Between then and now, my buddy C called me and asked if I had a hideaway key so he could use my place to shower. So that's a second random bathroom-related thing to happen today. Will we get a third?!?